It's been a year. A year since we were outside harvesting the sunshine for winter. Working together. Spurred on by the holy spirit I went to the barn. 2 kids off at camp. The other 2, with friends. So I went to the barn. To be with my son and my farmer. I wrapped bales. I slowed the process. I wrote on bales. Messages for the dark of winter. I wrote on one bale in particular; which we found months later. When the battle of cancer versus chemo and radiation was waging. I didn't know, ... View Post
Never, Ever Give Up
I climb the stairs. A routine established each night. His door is the first at the top of the stairs. Everything is so quiet. Two are at camp. One in heaven. I make a comment on face book about wanting to keep my kids young. The responses are interesting. No, they say. You want them to grow up and enjoy all they will become. Right now, those thoughts are hard to embrace. When they were young they were all here. They were safe. We have enjoyed the oldest. College. Moving to ... View Post
How Do You Make The Glorious Summer Days Last?
How do you make the glorious summer days last? Seeking to embrace the quiet. Loving the cool breeze and sunshine. Yet the urgent supersedes. Never ending. Constant motion. Be still. I want to slow the pace. I want to breathe it all in; not miss anything. It is hot. We sit in the river; my sister in law and I. The first time all summer. I close my eyes; I feel the warmth of the sun. I want to hold on to this time. Remember the warmth when the winter cold settles. I feel the cool water flowing beneath me. Aren't all the days fleeting? Psalm ... View Post
Do You Know Where You’re Headed?
He had less than a week left. Less than a week to live. Oh how I miss him. How I long to talk to him; to hear his deep, rich voice. What about you: if you had less than a week left? Do you know you're loved? Beyond anything you could ask or imagine. Do you live with purpose and passion? Or has something stolen that passion? He was passionate. He lived life. He grabbed hold of each event with gusto. He lived with an abandon that teenagers live. Never thinking he had a date with eternity in a week. He was making plans. Promises to a ... View Post
Alone; But Not Alone. . .Ever
I am alone. The house quiet. It is not a sound I am familiar with; or like. I wish I could take all those crazy moments when 2 diapers needed changing, lesson plans needed writing, dinner was cooking, and all 6 children were living. . . and bottle them. Then pull them out now. When I feel defeated. I was created to be a mom. And I have loved the journey. I haven't done it well. My children never had a nursery. I never had the latest stroller or baby gear. I never read a parenting book until Chelsea ... View Post
Swaying With The Changes
The kids will head to camp today. I can't get the teenagers up to help get chores finished. But today they are up shortly after me. Excitement. Camp. Memories. Time with fellow believers. Growing closer to God. Being refreshed and renewed. Reminders of hope; of life everlasting. I will make the drive to New York without my farmer. Life goes that way some times. There was a breakdown yesterday. So plans, for today, are changed. I don't do so well with change anymore. I can feel myself being ... View Post
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